A friend of mine was on vacation in Ireland and walked into a pub. Seated nearby at the bar was a middle aged man in a tweed cap nursing a pint of bitter.

"This is a lovely bar," my friend mentioned.

"Yes, it is. Would you believe I built it with me own two hands?" said the duffer." Do you think people see me on the street and say there goes McConnnel the craftsman?" "They sure don't!"

"That's too bad," said my friend.

"Do you see those boats in the harbor, laddie?" said the duffer. "Would you believe I've built about half of them with me own two hands?" " Do you think people see me on the street and say there goes McConnnel the boat builder?" "They sure don't!"

"That's terrible," said my friend.

"Do you see that stone fence that girds the town, laddie?" Would you believe I built that fence with me own two hands? "Took me almost ten years" "Do you think people see me on the street and say there goes McConnnel the stone mason?" "They sure don't!"

"That's unconscionable," said my friend."What is wrong with the people of this town?"